It's black with white stripes, i think - Lawrence D Edgis - E-Book

It's black with white stripes, i think E-Book

Lawrence D Edgis

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Black, white, a matter of perspective. The cat has gone missing, houses fall out of pockets and poems are writing themselves in the alley. Is it fiction enough? Well, yes, enough for a short story with an unexpected end.

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Lawrence D Edgis

It's black with white stripes, i think

One day, he wrote three lines: “Your warm smile lays in front of me The perfect memories of a perfect life I haven’t yet begun” He wrote them with care, somewhere up, to leave room for more and took a picture. Then, after a couple of days, he went back to see if the lines were still there. Much to his surprise, the three lines of poetry became five. Some person actually read them and decided he or she had to contribute. Martin was stunned. Didn’t think there was poetry near him. So, he wrote another line himself. So, the poem got six lines. Then, after a week, he came back, and the poem was already 20 lines long. And, he could tell there were different authors, because the writing was not the same. BookRix GmbH & Co. KG80331 Munich

It’s black with white stripes, I think

by Lawrence D. Edgis

 

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This book or parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwise—without prior written permission of the publisher. © 2017 Lawrence D. Edgis For permissions, contact: [email protected]

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. First Edition

The bluish fish

A dreaming, city lover, great egret is flying low over its favorite part of the city, carrying its lunch in his peak. A small bluish fish, with an yellow eye and a white spot like a big tooth, under it’s mouth, is still trying to figure out where the water went. A stunning distant thunder. A short squawk and the little fish starts falling towards its destiny.

At the same time, a young man with yellow socks, is crossing the street, carefully pulling his thin shadow over his thoughts. As he reaches the sidewalk, he stops for a second and looks over to the small Hooper fountain to the right. There is something written on one side and he cannot help but wonder if it’s something he’s also seen in another place. He takes one step towards the fountain but something hits him with a strong wet splash over his face and knocks him to the ground. As he recovers, he senses something blue tickling his nose and puts his hand over it while slowly getting up.

He now looks in his hand and starts laughing. It’s just something he didn’t expect to see.

- Is this really a fish or have I sneezed my brains out? he says while looking closer.

It’s a weird blueish fish, with a big tooth attached to its mouth, gently moving its one yellow eye around. The fish seems fine. Oh, and the tooth… not really a tooth, just a white spot. The fish looks a little shocked, and several entangled question marks are stuck to it’s tale.

The young man takes a quick look at the sky but sees nothing out of the ordinary. Just a white bird waving its tale into the distance and loudly squawking like an upset parrot. He then looks at the fountain for a moment then shakes his head. It couldn’t have jumped from there. Not with that force. He then spots a small plastic white cup and picks it up. Puts a little water from the fountain in it and slowly slides the bluish fish into the cup. He then watches the small creature taking deep breathes of water and shaking its scales around like it was trying to get rid of the question marks.

Partly happy and partly wet, the young man then starts to walk towards the river. The bridge is only a few minutes walk and he could send the fish back to tell his friends what creatures live on the other side of the water.

The young man’s name is Martin. And he is on a mission. Well, actually, on several missions.